pPoetry collection by Yesenia Montilla, a New York City poet with Afro-Caribbean roots and CantoMundo Fellow. p pThe Pink Box has been waiting for us. It has been waiting for our ears to see these poems, for our eyes to listen to them. Yesenia Montilla's poems cross fertilize space and time linking the wilderness, the city, and an otherworld like a subway ride from uptown to downtown, cross town and back. Along the way, we don't just switch trains, we switch stations of desire the Dominican Republic is the blues, AyitiHaiti is jazz, hip hop is abuelita. New York City begins on Hispaniola. Is it longing we hear Or is it the crash of one island against another Yes, there is yearning in these poems for touch, for visibility, for a tongue not forgotten though not spoken, for bachata and merengue. And there is spirit something unseen, called forth, like Dominican Gaga rooted in the bateyes, the sugar cane fields, of memory. Not only does Yesenia Montilla make a weaving of magic in these rem